TravellingPhotos

There is a strip of light-colored wood that runs vertically along the wall separating our hallway and our kitchen in the apartment here in Belo Horizonte. I instinctively pulled out about 5 from the envelope of many I had taken to Thailand and repacked for this trip to Brazil.
The top left picture (because when I look at these pictures it's almost always like reading a book) is from a party the Chamberlain side of my family had in January of 2003 for my grandmother's 80th birthday. The party (and most other shindigs on this side) was held at my aunt Wendy's home in Mequon. The picture is of my dad and I sitting on her beige carpeted stairs. My hair is shoulder length and I'm wearing a red v-neck top. Dad is in his college professor look-alike attire: a wool sweater, collared shirt and dark tie. He's got a grimace on his face, like he just whispered some wise-ass secret into my ear, and my eyes are squinting closed, my teeth showing, my mouth wide open, cheeks pink, my body obviously convulsing with laughter - the kind I always share with him.
Next to this is a polaroid taken on the camera Peter gave me for Christmas in 2006 - a gift I treasured dearly, especially in large groups. My friend Carrie had a group of friends in college who would take polaroids of one another holding the photo of the previous subject in some creative position. In this photo, I had taken a picture of my sister, Colleen, holding a polaroid of my cousin, Gordy, at our annual Christmas Eve brunch. Gordy, in what we can make of his photo, is probably holding a picture of another, younger cousin, his expression goofy and inquisitive. "What sort of project is Lisa trying to accomplish here?" his smirk says. Colleen, with Gordy in her hand, has her eyebrows raised over her right shoulder, a half smile across her lips and a leafless tree stands in the window at her back. It's one of the most beautiful pictures I have of her.
Next, a black and white photo. It's creamwhite-rimmed corners are curling inwards, framing a young version of my mother's face. The tiny date on the edge of the photo reads "OCT" which gives reason for her turtle neck sweater. She must have not liked the photo because there is a small "x" written in pencil on the back, and I remember picking this one out of a series which I assumed were a set of Senior pictures her mother must have taken of her in their Richland Court home. The window to the left of her, out of the frame, casts a faint light on her soft, long hair and her clear complexion. She smiles, her near-perfect teeth shining, her small, straight nose wincing slightly at the attention she's being given, her large, mascara'd eyes focus on the floor. If this one got an "x," I wish I could have seen the chosen yearbook photo.
Next to mom sits another photo, this one set in Madison, during the summer of 2006. It was Peter's 23rd birthday, I remember, and we all wore neckties in his honor. My brother, Paul, who had moved away from Madison only a year or two prior to the photo, was visiting for a friend's bachelor party. The photo is of the two of us, (Paul and I) on the sidewalk with a very large woman in a white jumpsuit who had happened upon us while walking past and wanted in on the moment. She proudly holds up a peace sign while Paul and I both are bent over in laughter, mouths agape, our eyes wet and our foreheads sweaty.
Below these is a picture of 5 people outside of the Outback Steakhouse in Fox Point, on a bench facing the sun at sunset. I took this picture after my farewell dinner in late April, 2007, a few nights before I left for the Far East. I'm happy to have this photo - all of it's subjects bright blue eyes gazing at me as I insist on repeatedly clicking the button. From left to right, my dad's wife, Pat, her hair loosely up, a black blazer across her shoulders, and her hands folded upon her dark jeans; then Colleen, in a flowered top, her hands in an identical position as Pat's (I now realize that they all have their hands placed the same way); dad in the middle with a denim collared shirt unbuttoned with a light green shirt underneath, his glasses on, his bangs whisping across his widows peak in the early summer wind; Joanne (Paul's bride-to-be) sits to his left in a lilac blouse, her calm smile wide, her purse on her lap; and finally Paul, leaning forward in his white buttondown and a 5 o'clock shadow, giving one of the most genuine smiles I've ever seen in a picture of him. The cars in the parking lot behind my family are scattered, reflecting the orange sun in their windows, not privy to the fact that they would have a part in my stack of travelling photos.